VEILED MIRROR by Robertson Frankie

Author:Robertson, Frankie [Robertson, Frankie]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, pdf
Tags: FIC027110 Fiction/Romance/Suspense, FIC009050 Fiction/Fantasy/Paranormal, FIC027120 Fiction/Romance/Paranormal, FIC012000 Fiction/Ghost, FIC024000 Fiction/Occult and Supernatural
Publisher: Castle Rock Publishing
Published: 2013-08-27T21:00:00+00:00

Jason watched her go with a worried frown creasing his brow. She doesn’t look good. That was hardly surprising. She was pregnant, had been in an accident, hadn’t been sleeping well, and was under an ungodly amount of stress. He couldn’t imagine the pain of losing the two people she loved most in the world. That would knock anyone off balance. And it would explain a lot about her recent behavior. Maybe he shouldn’t have pressed about going to the bank today. But she’d wanted to go, he argued with himself.

There was so little he could do for her.

He looked at his watch again. It was nearly six in Austin, but Renton would still be there. He might be able to find out something about the current state of the investigation on Montenegro. Jason shoved a roll of maps of the Carlton mine aside and reached for the phone.

Renton picked up on the second ring. “How’re things in Arizona?”

“Complicated. My friend Chris, the one who died, may have been murdered.”

“No shit? Damn. How’re the locals handling it?”

Jason hesitated. He didn’t have any specific complaints about Connor. “The jury’s still out on that. It’s possible that Eduardo Montenegro may be involved. Can you give me some intell on him?”

Renton groaned. “We don’t have anything current. DEA hasn’t sent anything new over since before you were shot.”

Jason sighed. “Thanks anyway.”

“Uh, there’s something else.”

Jason tensed. This wasn’t going to be good.

“CIA made a deal with Babinevich. He gave them his contacts. He’s on his way to Argentina.”

“Sonofabitch!”

“Yeah. I’m none too happy about it either.”

“Did they at least get him to turn over the money?”

“No. I’m sorry Jase.” Renton did sound aggrieved. He’d worked almost as hard on this case as Jason had.

Jason forced himself to breathe. What did I work all those months for? None of the victims would get their nest-eggs back, and Babinevich was free to live it up on their money in South America.

“I’ve got to go.”

“When are you coming back?”

“I’ll let you know.” Jason hung up the phone. His shoulder twinged. Babinevich. Free. What the hell am I doing, working my ass off, and getting shot? The Texas Attorney General’s office had been feeling him out for a job with their fraud unit. He’d put them off. Maybe I should take it.

It was too big a decision to think about now. His future could wait. Right now he had another call to make.

Ell was right, not much would happen over the weekend. But at least he could call her doc for her and have them fax over the request for records form. Then all she’d have to do is fill it out and send it back on Monday. It wasn’t much, but it made him feel like he was doing something useful.

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